Wow, that ending sucked. You just had to bring in the homosexuality, didn't you? I'll tell you, I hate when TF2 goes that way in fanfiction. It's never implied, it just explodes in your face when you least expect it.

I love your heterosexual depiction of Pyro and Scout's manly un-flitty friendship. It was so un-fag like, and it made me feel all soft and mushy inside, like I had just taken two Vicodins.
So yeah.
That's my review.
My brain is tired. I love you. Goodbye!

*strokes chin*
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you."-Friedrich Nietzche
*nods slowly*
Intrepret that as you will.

Oh god...
The Sniper...
The Sniper and that phone call...
PFFFFFFTTTTT.
BLOODY BRILLIANT. THAT'S WHAT IT IS. IT'S LIKE THE TIME I PLAYED PORTAL 2. Only nobody went to space this time. And that's good because humans can't breath in space and all of our mercs will be dead.
That would be extremely irritating.
And the Engie's breakdown, oh my. I nearly cried with laughter.
I LARVAE YOU.

"You...you don't believe me, do you?" Sniper faux-sniffled. "Mum, Oi love you! And also, Mum, Oi'll mail you that thank-you letter! Really!" His voice grew childlike and propelled up by two octaves as he began to gush; "Oh, Mummy! Mummy sweetheart daaaahling! My wonderful sugar-cakes-dumplin'-piiiiiiie! Yer the best Mummy-poo in the whole woide woooorld! Oi'll put extra kissies in the envelope, just fer youuuuu!" He smooched his lips to the telephone. "Mwah-mwah-mwah-mwah!"
...Sniopah babs.
...and then this turned into a Pyro-and-Scout-Road-Trip-Adventure. Like Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Only...not it's just like Plane, Trains, and Automobiles. :D
10000/10 m'dear you are fabulous as always!